Dreams
I have always had vivid (and often bizarre) dreams. Because of some recent repeating themes, I thought it would be interesting (for myself anyway) to start jotting them down. Some of them are at least worth a good laugh, if nothing else… They’ve gotten even stranger since I’ve been pregnant…
So anyway, last night (this morning?) I remember a few bits and pieces from my dream. Apparently, in this dream, some miscellaneous friends and I attended this HUGE high school. (Why do I still dream so much about high school?). A few real friends were there from HS (Kristen, Mysi, Teresa) and a few people who were supposed to be friends whom I could not identify. It was after dark and we were breaking into the school, seemingly with the intention of changing something that was going to happen in the future. It was supposed to be just us, but as we were there setting up, or whatever.
Then all the the sudden a bunch of other people start coming in. Weird random people. A sports team comes in and heads to the gym to play basketball. Strange people in black leather and motocycles, some guy carrying a kiddie pool, various animals… Lots of strange beings. The next parts of the dream I don’t remember as clearly. I know we were running about, taking elevators and trying to get people to leave so we could finish up and whatever we were trying to prevent would be prevented. Then at some point, our job became covering up all of the evidence. So here we are chasing out goats, dumping water from the kiddie pool and cleaning up after the barage of odd people that seemed to be milling about while we were doing all of this. We also spent time removing video tapes from security cameras and the like. Finally it gets to be morning and the next thing I remember is coming in to the principal standing there with Teresa. Teresa is trying to look ashamed but there is a grin on her face. Apparently, one tape was missed but the only thing on it was something silly that did not convey what had happened the night before. It seems we were successful in changing the future and had only gotten detention out of it. All in a days’ work, I suppose.
Seriously, I marvel at my the things my subconcious brain comes up with…
Posted: Monday, June 26th, 2006 @ 8:33 am
Categories: Crystal's Dreamlog.
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